Check out the Pet Room

"Oooh. I want to see his dog!" Mom squeals before she starts to pull me towards the "Pet Room"and a small part of me fears what the rich guy that owns this place defines as a "pet" as I eye the nondescript door with a large fancy automated dog door set in it's lower half.

Mom only releases her grip on me as she squats down to look through it before letting out a disappointed sigh, "...I don't see any."

"Maybe we shoul-" I don't get any farther as she stands up and cracks the door open, being careful to make sure no animals can slip out and we slip inside.

Immediately I get a sense of jealousy, this guy's "pets" have a bigger room than my room. On the far wall is a glass door and a doggie door leading to a fenced off grass field. To either side of door is a TV my dad would kill for displaying a message in bright red "Please do not disturb anything in the pet room, they are rather particular".

Right next to where we entered is a wicker baskets stuffed with pet toys right next to the door, one point for "pet" is some kind of animal. Though the queen sized dog bed that is recessed into the floor puts some doubt the animal theory.

At least the in wall dog food and water bowls on the left side adds to the theory that the animal theory, but the opposite side wall pegs containing very much human sized leash and collars each running from plain leather to what HAS to be fake jewel encrusted makes it even once again.

"Hmm. Do you think the dogs may have hidden the key in the basket or bed?" Mom asks though her eyes are draw to the hanging leashes.